S.M. Carrière's Blog, page 230

My Back Kicked In

This is going to sound odd, because, well, it is odd.The most exciting piece of news I have today is that last night, during Kick-Boxing training, my back was kicked back into place.I told you it would sound odd.I've had issues with my back since I can remember. My lower back specifically. It's always been out of place and sore. To the point, sometimes, that it gives me killer headaches. It's

Musing About Writing

Apologies for the late post, again. It's Monday and the computer has been off for two days. That means that the first day it is turned on, it processes at speeds that would embarrass a snail. Thus the late post. I think I'm going to stop apologising every Monday and just issue a blanket apology that covers every Monday ever in the future of Mondays... and also every Tuesday that follows a

Oops!

I'm so sorry this post is so late. I completely forgot about my blog this morning. Oops!I'm feeling quite rested today. I didn't go to training last night, though I probably should have. Instead, I opted for a night in of unhealthy food and alcohol, talked a bit to family via skype, then retired early to bed. I slept so well!I had strange dreams in which I did a lot of yelling at people. I

Keeping At It

I am so very tired today. Must have stayed up far too late last night. It also doesn't help that it's all dark and gloomy outside, making 7:30 this morning feel like 5:00am instead. It was a very groggy, very unhappy start to the morning.Such is life, I suppose.Famous last words.I haven't much to relay to you. I'm still editing The Osprey and the Crow, though I'm almost done those particular

All Fired Up!

Listening to this song while writing this post. Awesome. I should have been born about ten years earlier than I was, I think.In any case, I'm feeling refreshed and ready to tackle that is the enormous challenge that is editing The Osprey and the Crow.I have finished formatting it. Finally. It only took two full days. I really underestimated the amount of time formatting would take!Now it's

Reality Check

Well, I have something to say about myself. I ain't as good as I thought I was.When I was at a low point last week, a published author offered to take a look at a section of my work and critique it.I wasn't expecting much, to be honest. Most people send about 100 comments for the entire manuscript. He asked for just one chapter. I sent him the first chapter. The shortest chapter in the whole

Have You Ever Had...?

...One of those weekends? You know, where anything and everything that can go wrong did. Well, that was my weekend, more or less.[cue dreamy harp music]It started Friday night. I had just finished going over The Dying God & Other Stories not long before the work day ended. I figured I'd just email the thing to myself and convert and upload it tomorrow morning before I headed off for Lion

Owie

I'm bruised. I'm not talking about my ego or my heart. I mean I am actually, physically bruised. I have a very large bruise on my forearm that is in the vague shape of an upside-down heart. When I asked what to make of it, someone replied:Love hurts.It put a smile on my face, in any case.On the very same forearm I have managed to bruise the bone near my wrist. So much so that it hurts to

Oh The Melodrama

I should be more melodramatic more often. Yesterday's post garnished more responses than I thought I had regular readers.First off, thank-you everyone for your support and encouragement. It really does help to hear a kind word every so often. I am truly grateful for all the wonderful people whom I've met on this journey.You all rock the Casbah!The roller-coaster has switched to an upswing, and

The Pit of Despair

I am speaking to the wrong crowd if I mention that the title is a Princess Bride reference?It is, however, still pertinent to how I'm feeling right about now.Why am I doing this to myself? Why am I pouring my soul out on paper and then handing it over to people to judge? Why am I still going despite the fact that I've been told over and over and over again that what I have to offer is not